#just ate an entire baguette

[heartz4shauna]

never leave me around a baguette because i will eat all of it in ten (10) minutes

[path0logicalfacade]

I think the reason why I'm so tired recently is my ed, I ran out of other reasons.

[count-alucard-tepes]

To have his heart💕…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Rosinantè had ordered all of Law’s and Doffy’s favorite meals before setting up the dining room table for them to all eat together once his arrived.

Law was in his bedroom, listening to some music while he read a book when all of a sudden his door was kicked in and a pink outline of a man stood there…menacingly!

“Law! I got you some books Rosi said you wanted! You nerd!���, Doffy said before placing on the desk near his bed.

Law almost had a heart attack and fell off the bed, “…ever heard of knocking before you enter someone’s bedroom…”, he grumbled as he walked over and looked at the books. He couldn’t help but blush a little! These books weren’t even out yet…and yet this shithead of an uncle got them for him.

Doffy grinned and laid on the bed like a starfish before looking at his nephew, “…yeah yeah, you’re welcome! Now come here and give me a hug…”.

“That never happened…nor will it ever…thank you though…”, Law said as he opened one of the books.

“I said come here, boy!?”, Doffy laughed before going to grab Law but the young man was quick to run out.

“Dad!? Help me! Your brother is trying to smother me!?”, Law said as he ran around trying to avoid Doffy.

Rosinantè was watching this all unfold in his house…and it pissed him off.

“You idiots!? You’re going to break something! Get your asses to the table and eat the food I got you!”, he snapped.

Doffy and Law immediately stilled as Rosinantè never got angry and when he did…it was better to just do whatever he said.

They quickly got to the table and began eating, “…so…what have you been up to, Doffy? Spare me all the nefarious parts that would traumatize both Law and myself…and nothing sexual either”, Rosinantè said as he ate some lobster.

“…well, that narrows what I’ve been up to to barely anything then…going for swimming lessons so I can use that big ass pool at my house…”, Doffy said thoughtfully.

“Oh? That’s good! Always good to learn how to swim even at your age…”, Rosinantè said teasingly which earned a laugh out of Law and glare from Doffy who them smacked him on the head with a baguette, “…don’t make me force feed you this, Law…you know I will”.

“…dad, he’s threatening me again”, Law said with a huff.

“It’s okay, we can throw him in the pool if he acts up too much and see how much he’s learned”, Rosinantè chuckled.

“Hey, hey…you’re my bro, you’re supposed to take my part!”, Doffy huffed as Law stuck out his tongue at him.

“What you been up to, Rosi?”, Doffy asked as he sipped some wine. Law giving a cheeky grin in response.

Rosinantè blushed in response, “…you know busy at work and getting Law an internship…also working on my dating life”.

“Dating life!? Well damn, I didn’t even know you were into that…you’re such a dad”, Doffy laughed as Rosinantè glared at him.

“Some of us can’t be man-whores all our lives, Doffy…some of us want to get married and have more kids”, he said with a pout.

“…glad someone finally said it”, Law said under his breath only to get hit on the head with a baguette again.

“…don’t make me visit your university one of these days and embarrass the shit out of you…because you know I will”, Doffy said with a grin.

Rosinantè sighed softly as he sipped his wine, “…hm…you know I have vacation days I need to take…we should plan a holiday together”.

Law sighed, “…dad, I have my exams to worry about…”.

“Nerd…I’m always on holiday so just let me know where you want to go”, Doffy grinned.

The afternoon was spent just watching soccer and relaxing the entire time until Doffy left.

“…I’m gonna sit outside for a bit…leftovers are in the fridge if you get hungry”, Rosinantè said as he grabbed his cigarettes and headed outside to sit by the pool.

He looked at his phone and saw a few messages from Y/N, he lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply before video calling with them.

“…hey, sorry I didn’t call earlier…my brother was here and we spent some time together”, he said with a little smile.

“Hi there, stranger…that sounds like fun…did you have dinner yet?”, they asked as they seemed to be lounging around their apartment.

“Yeah, my brother is pretty bougie so we had lobster…”, he said with a weak smile, “…what about you?”.

“I was just planning to cook right now…I was thinking salmon…”, Y/N said looking thoughtful.

“Pretty healthy…”, he replied with a wink.

“Yep, got to help my guns in shape”, they said before flexing their arms for him to see.

He whistled in response, “…thanks for the gun show…I feel like you should have shown me them last night or this morning…”.

“Well you’re always welcome to come over and I’ll show you them all you like”, they teased as they put down their phone in angle where he’d be able to watch them cooking.

He smiled as he watched them, “…you know our next date should be a home cooked meal date…what do you think?”, he asked curiously.

“I’d love that! What about next Friday?”, they asked gently, “…I mean I still want to see you during the week but on Friday I usually have more time to go to market after work and get the best ingredients”.

“It’s a date then…”, he said with a smile.

“Sounds good to me…hey is that a pool?”, Y/N asked excitedly.

“Oh yeah, you like swimming?”, he asked curiously as he flipped the camera for them to see the pool.

“Yeah I do!”, they beamed.

“Well then you should come over and use it…Law used to use it a lot when he was younger but not anymore”, he said gently.

“That’s a deal…”, they said with a smile.

“Alright, so I’ll leave you to dinner and I’ll call you in the morning…maybe we could go out and have coffee tomorrow?”, he asked gently.

“Yeah, sounds good…have good night, babe”, they said with a smile.

He blushed a little at the nickname, “…good night, love”.

He would cut the call and then finish smoking his cigarette before just relaxing for a bit outside, it wasn’t too cold at least.

Maybe this new chapter of his life would be a little more fun than usual…he had high hopes.

[shae-la-hyene]

Ok since nobody asked, I'm gonna liveblog eating gluten while most likely coeliac, maybe as a cautionary tale.

To be clear I did not get a coloscopy to prove it so I do not have a definitive diagnostic. From what I've experienced I am 90% sure I'm coeliac, and let's face it the last ten percent are denial.

After about three years of miserable gluten free lifestyle, I snapped. It went like this :

October 6th (2024) : had a plate of terrible crispy chewy and sticky all at once pasta, had a breakdown, decided 'fuck it'

October 8th : bought donuts, ate two, keeping the other four for breakfast tomorrow. Go to sleep, trying to avoid a panic attack

October 9th : no reaction from my body, I'm pissed that I stopped gluten for so long for no good reason. Psy says it might be a nocebo. I'm mad at the entire world. I feel like shit and all my muscles are sore but I convince myself it's the fibromyalgia.

October 9th (at night) : nevermind I got diarrhea I'm definitely reacting. Less painful than last time I ate bread, though, so I keep going. Not giving upnjust yet.

October 12th : I want a kebab so much it dominates my thoughts

October 13th : everything hurts, especially my back and joints. I need an ice pack and I take more breaks time than actual active time. I give up and just go to bed

October 15th : spent the last week exhausted and sore, but still in denial.

October 16th : Everything hurts. If it's because of the bread ? Worth it. I can take painkillers. I can NOT eat gluten free pasta ever again.

October 18th : the absolute luxury that is bread and butter... Having fresh pasta because I might as well

October 20th : I feel so bad I don't even know what to do that might help. I have a headache the size of a watermelon and my body is just a blob of pain and exhaustion. My lower back is sending me sharp constant pain. I google how to know if I have kidney stones. Sure sign is blood in urine. Bitch I'm on my period.

October 21st : spent an hour and a half maying in the dark and silence and the headache is receiding a little so now I want to eat (I'm starving constantly). I feel like shit all the time. Best friend is worried I'll die. We all die someday. If pasta kills me, I win.

October 22nd : ate an entire baguette today, with different toppings. No regrets.

October 23rd : I am of the opinion that my body should not hurt after I spent ten hours sleeping on my brand new bed. Alas, my body and I rarely agree. I think it's shutting down, hard. I google the symptoms for coeliac disease. It's not really helpful since half of those I already experience thanks to my other chronic illnesses. ''The consequence of that is an alteration of quality of life'' no shit sherlock. My main way of knowing is if I have a dramatic weight loss. If I'm coeliac, gluten will damage my intestines and will make it unable to absorb nutrients. I don't have a scale at home so it'll wait til I see my doc. That means that until I see him I can stay in denial. I wish I had a body that worked... You know what will fix this ? A big bowl of pasta.

October 24th : I'm constantly hungry. It ain't looking good.

October 25th : I'm sick again. I'm sick every other day now. Things start tasting off, not the way they're supposed to. Weird. Bad weird. No matter, I finally understand lactose intolerant people risking it all for cheese.

October 29th : I'm so overwhelmed I'm inches away from brutally murdering my cat for standing on my chair's arm. Not her fault but my kneecap has been in the wrong position for hours and won't go back to normal so the pain of it is enough to break the camel's back

November 2nd : I'm so exhausted I can't do anything. Took a mix of painkillers, muscle relaxants, and anti inflammatory meds. Went to lay in bed for a while, end up taking a 8 hours nap. Forced myself to stay awake three hours, and then go back to sleep.

November 3rd : obviously wake up famished. Slept with a bucket next to my bed since I got very close to puking my meds out last night. Everything I have available to eat is unappealing, especially anything with wheat in it. My body is craving proteins. Try to eat, but everything, up to the most basic black tea, tastes so weird. Still exhausted, still in pain, considering taking anti inflamatory meds again today. Reconsider my most recent life choice but too stubborn to give up bread. I'm really not doing good...

That's it for now. I'm not going to the doc yet so I'm gonna keep up with the experiment. Wish me luck.

[monstersinthecosmos]

stealing your question as promised: what authors do you think shaped your writing the most when you were first starting?

-mothmage

sdjkgas in middle school my favorite authors were Anne Rice and Francesca Lia Block and I think they have SENSUALITY in common even though their writing styles are SO opposite. As a teen when I was first writing I think I learned so much from both of them, like the seriousness and drama of AR but at the same time, FLB is so concise and punchy and sometimes her books are like these waterfalls of adjectives and I tried to think in that way too! Like I'm a very visual person so FLB books were like fucking crack for me, just heaps and heaps of descriptions of color and glittery and starry night skies and flowers growing where they shouldn't and it feels like poetry!

(I opened a random FLB book off my shelf and this is what I mean: We walked up and down the hills until our legs ached, then rode the trolley car to feel rushes of salty, misty air. We had picnics and fed the swans on the lake under the flowering terra-cotta arches, drank tea and ate pastries in rooms with cupids and rosebuds painted on the walls, strolled through the park, green-dazzled, fragrance-drunk, gasped at treasures gleaming gold in the half-lit glass cases of the museum. Then we'd return with spices, fruits and vegetables from Chinatown, seafood and baguettes from the wharf.

Her writing is so simple but it's just like heaps and heaps of sensory details !! And it's an interesting spectrum between her & AR to see how much you can say and like what type of efficiency you can find, because both of them give me that same feeling and feel so sensuous to me. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT EVERYTHING LOOKS LIKE AND SMELLS LIKE AND SOUNDS LIKE, TAKE ME THERE!

So as a teen I think I was learning a lot from them both and like I remember a fic I wrote with someone at a mall and it was like my FLB moment, I was like OMG I MUST MENTION THE TACO SMELL IN THE FOOD COURT AND THE PERFUME KIOSK AND THE HOUSE MUSIC BLASTING FROM A HAT SHOP AND THE CRUNCHY SUGAR ON A PRETZEL! And that's something that's stuck with me a lot, I think. I always want to tell you how things feel and smell like we're going on a journey, okay!

They both also have a way of treating cities/locations like characters--FLB actually does this quite literally by describing cities as if they're women (like LA is a blonde woman with big sunglasses and NYC has dyed black hair with severe red lipstick that stains on her cigarette butts, etc something like that) and it feels really specific and made me think a lot about locations and settings and how they affect the characters and story! They were also both the first books I ever read with queer people! FLB's short story Dragons in Manhattan was the first story I ever read with a trans person back when I was like 12 or 13.

AND THEN as a final nail in the coffin LOL I read I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb when I was in 9th or 10th grade and it just really like !! IDK broke my head open for character voice. I don't think I'd read it so well done before, or maybe not noticed before. LIKE I MEAN this entire concept is like asking what did WE discover as kids or whatever, like so much of it is happenstance and if it hadn't been these authors it would've been someone else, and it's not like I stopped reading LOL like I still learn things from reading all the time! But Wally Lamb really brought this home for me. Like the way he writes Dominick's narration is just so like cynical and rugged and full of hurt and it made me think a lot about like how to profile a character with the language we use. I don't think FLB does this too much bc her writing is so breezy anyway and AR is so wordy that I don't think I could pick up on it as a teenager. I get more nuance now and see it better but it's there's a base level of like fanciness and purple prose that can be hard to see through on the first try, at least for me as a teen.

ANYWAY SORRY THAT WAS A REALLY LONG RESPONSE I JUST GOT REALLY EXCITED but Anne Rice + FLB + Wally Lamb wombo combo for emotionally torturous sensory overload cynical guttermouth style.

[orionrainbow]

We lost our ancient scrungly palliative foster cat on Tuesday and I’ve been trying to write something in his memory since. This is rough but I need people to know him.

When he went it wasn’t a surprise - he was as old as time and had lived every single one of his nine lives several times over. When he and his brother fell into my house on a rescue transport almost six years ago I was told he was fifteen. He was almost immediately diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and we were given a rough life expectancy of 6-12 months. H’d been living in an awful home situation. He was terrified of everything and barely emerged from the dining room for the first three months, and to add insult to injury I was sticking nasty-tasting pills down his throat three times a day. (I once accidentally took one of his blood thinners instead of my meds, and my goodness I understood his resistance).

As he got more comfortable with us and his medication started to work we started to see his real personality underneath the terror. Over the years he simultaneously mellowed and became an absolute terror. He discovered that kind children who treated him well were pretty cool, actually, and became my daughter’s shadow. He discovered the wonders of people food and nobody ate chicken, cheese, or (bizarrely) microwave fries without his squeaky miaow and paws trying to grab your leg or your arm. He slept on my back every night, he let me sob into his fur when I was sad. He bonded with my other cats, and spent so many days snuggling on the electric blanket with his buddies. He was an absolute fucking nightmare to medicate, for grooming and bathing, for claw clipping and frequent vet trips, but it showed just how much fighting spirit he had. His vet was amazed he was still around at every appointment.

He was chaos til almost the very end. The day before he died, he stole an entire cheese and ham baguette from my son’s backpack. The next day he was quiet and floppy and just not right, and then he made very clear it was time when he didn’t fight going into the carrier (much) or the late night run on flooded roads to the emergency vet. He went peacefully and I told him how much I love him.

I miss him. I will miss him every day. It’s been strange every night without his comforting weight on my back and his snuffles in my ear. The house is strangely quiet without him, even with the other cats.

I don’t know what I believe about an afterlife but I know he’s free now. I like to think he’s hanging out with his brother who went before him. I do know he’s impacted my life and the decision to foster him will impact so many more - we will have more palliative foster cats, and I will think of him when another arrives and needs to be loved until the very end like he was. I will think of him on every cat rescue transport, of how he fell into my life and changed it for the better.

My vet once said to me that we love them for as long as we can, whether that’s hours or days or weeks or months or years, we make them happy and comfortable, and when the time comes we give them a peaceful ending. I hope I succeeded. I think I did.

[officialscpfoundation]

Jank food anon: I temporarily had an entire baguette in me just now! If I didn’t have food poisoning it would have melded into me

also last night someone ate my cookie without asking and I cried for 2 and a half hours bc it was a gift

What’s my containment cell going to be like? Can it be a hexagon?

It's gonna be a sensory room for autistic humanoid scps :)

[ohnoholly]

Just ate an entire baguette lmao oui oui bitch

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

Happy Breadsday, Jo

[super silly little JoCassie drabble ♡]

"Hey, did you know there is a bread day?," Jo asks, not looking up from her laptop screen.

"Huh?," Cassie asks while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Jo reads out loud: "On April 19th, I made bread - Latin graffiti from Pompeii's gladiator barracks."

Cassie takes a sip from her mug. "That's not entirely correct though."

"Huh?," Jo asks.

Cassie shrugs. "That is the Julian Calendar. For our calendar it would be April 7."

"My birthday?" Jo grins. "That's cool. I love bread!"

Cassie smiles. "You sure do."

"Wait. How the fuck did you know that?"

"Are you serious? Last week you ate our entire garlic bread on one day - and we bought that for the party on Thursday-"

"No, I mean the calendar thing."

"Ah." Cassie shrugs again. "I just know random stuff like this."

Jo nods, leans forward onto the kitchen counter and rests her chin on her hand.

"You're so smart," she sighs. "And pretty."

Cassie swats her arm with the newspaper that she always reads with her morning coffee. "Shut up," she say with a smile.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Good morning, my love," Cassie sings happily when Jo enters their living room.

Jo yawns, rubs her eyes - and then stops dead in her tracks.

The dinner table is full of bread. Mixed wheat and rye bread, whole-grain bread, potato bread, rolls, baguette and - of course - garlic bread.

Jo is speechless for a moment.

"Happy bread day!," Cassie says and gives Jo a hug.

"What the -?"

"Also happy birthday I guess," she says and kisses Jo quickly on the lips.

"Is that all for me?," Jo ask, still bewildered.

Cassie nods. "Yes." She kisses her again and then mumbles, "Happy Breadsday, Jo."

Jo starts laughing. In fact, she has to laugh so hard that her and Cassie, still hugging, almost tumble to the floor together.

"You're so silly," Jo says and kisses Cassie again.

"I know. And you love it."

Jo looks at her and smiles. "Yes, I do."

Cassie smiles back at her. "Now let's eat all this bread."

[path0logicalfacade]

ohhhh im having a horrible day

[kirstielol]

food log for may 3rd 2023

(38 calories) coffee

(240 calories) chocolate protein shake

(35 calories) peach sorbet

(435 calories) chicken breast, roasted mini potatoes, steamed green beans

(395 calories) baguette with goat cheese and smoked salmon

(129 calories) vanilla protein ice cream with 1 tbsp of reeses pieces

daily total - 1,273 calories & 102g protein

pretty good day! i'm happy with the amount of calories and protein i ate. i'm still obsessed with my ninja creami as you can see lol. the peach sorbet was made with literally just peaches as the only ingredient. turned out amazing. i bought some kiwi's to try next as soon as they ripen! the vanilla protein ice cream was made with protein powder, cashew milk, 0 calorie sweetener, and guar gum. the entire pint was 200 calories, and i had about a third of it yesterday.

[esmeislewd]

Me: I'll try not eating as much today to see if I can bring my appetite more under control

Me 5 minutes later: Oops just ate an entire baguette

I get so much hungrier than I ever used to it's so crazy!

[talldecafcappuccino]

Top 5 sandwiches you’ve eaten (can be the actual sandwich or the experience surrounding the sandwich)

I thought this would be hard but then I was on a long drive this afternoon and immediately thought of five favorite sandwiches 😂

An Earl of Sandwich I got in Vegas my senior (?) year of college. I ate half for dinner and put the other half in the fridge for later. Finding it waiting for me at 3am is still one of the happiest moments of my life 😂 It was the perfect drunk sandwich and I dream of it often.

The turkey sandwich at my college’s cafe. It came on a square ciabatta roll with turkey, swiss cheese, cranberry sauce, romaine lettuce, mayo, and a slice of tomato (?). I ordered it hot maybe…three times a week? For an entire year? Never got tired of it. I just moved off campus and lost access.

The jambon-beurre I got every day in Paris (I was only there three days, but still). A fresh crusty baguette with thinly sliced ham and butter. It just might be the perfect sandwich.

Dutch crunch bread sandwiches!! I recently learned this is a regional bread and not everyone knows about Dutch crunch?? Absolutely blew my mind. I usually get it with a turkey sandwich.

A French dip sandwich from a random brewery in Cincinnati, Ohio this past December. We’d just flown in and had a three hour time difference so I wasn’t hungry for dinner, but I knew I would be so I ordered a French dip sandwich to go. I’m not really a French dip person, but I smelled someone else’s and was like “I have to have this.” Reader, it did not disappoint. It had thick, juicy cuts of meat and caramelized onions and when I ate it in my hotel I almost cried it was so good.

[anaskunk]

guys i just ate an entire ass baguette

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

WIP Wednesday

Hullo all!!! I’m back from a trip (again) and sick again (LOL), so I’m just catching up on all the delicious bits of in-progress art that folks have been sharing -- always a treat. Thanks for the tags, @artsyunderstudy​, @nightimedreamersworld, @martsonmars,  @whogaveyoupermission, @captain-aralias, @sailorblossoms​, and any other kind folks who’ve tagged me in the past week or so. 

Sometimes DALLE-2 pops up out with something so spooky and perfect and weird that I can’t stop staring at it. Here’s another glimpse into the mirror world of my current WIP/obsession, Rosethorn girl (Lucy lives, fuck the Mage): 

Natasha Grimm-Pitch: My sloe-black friend 

By Lucy Winifred Salisbury 

Excerpt from an interview with the artist: 

Q: Why don’t I remember you taking this picture? 

A: It’s when we went on our first mumcation, you and me Mit, after she gave birth to Priya. Remember? Up at the Grimm hunting lodge. We drank whiskey and smoked cigars in the hot tub. You ate an entire baguette. 

Q: .... 

(Tags & more of the interview under the cut) 

A: I’m not surprised you don’t remember. We went through an awful lot of Glenfiddich. You and Mit got into a shouting match about Elizabeth Bathory. 

Q: Oh. Oh Crowley, I remember parts of this. It’s coming back to me. 

Q: ... Did I really eat an entire baguette? 

A: Yes, with garlic butter. You bet I couldn’t cast a bread and roses when I was that drunk. I said that if I could, you’d have to eat my words. Literally. 

Q: I didn’t eat the roses though, did I? 

A: …. 

Q: LUCY. Did I??? 

Tags: @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @excalisbury, @facewithoutheart​, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey​, @larkral,  @moodandmist, @raenestee, @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe   

[euanpc]

Oh darn that forgot the Lego indiana jones on the ds! I spent hours trying to figure out what the fuck I was meant to do with the studs and how to beat the first level as well (I still haven’t completed the game) and the lobby was amazing! I really loved the idea of having a full on building you walk around instead of a standard bog ass menu, there was also harvest moon which I never realised was about harvesting or farming and just lived out daily life as a child,

I remember it starting with something happening to my mom, a bunch of gnomes being there before my witch mom comes in and throws a Molotov at them shoing them, I saw both and seem to be friends with them the witch mom seeming to work just outside the university in some sort of big plant pot house with a big cauldron and huge library bookshelf that reaches the top (she never left but I went to visit her every now and again)

There were also the gnomes who seemed to have a sort of pentagon esque base thing in a tree and also acted as parents teleporting to me and teleporting me to my bed before putting me to sleep preventing me from crossing a bridge which I tried to do multiple times,

It was for the DS and I never farmed a peice of land throughout my entire play through, I just got up ate a baguette from the baguette bin in my room and explored

I also named my pets none to try and stay as accurate to myself as possible as I didn’t have any pets, this just ended up giving me a dog and cat named none, they were cool